馃嚭馃嚫”They were my best friends. They were 60 and 62 years old. They also lived here. I was at home, going to the barn to get the cows when I heard a terrible noise. I was afraid that our house was going to be destroyed. What I heard was not explosions, but a loud whistle (“艣wist”) (of a bullet) twice in a row. (The projectiles) flew over my house. It’s my birthday today! Turned 60 years old.”
